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Soon -
a word full of milky promise. A mirage of a word. A word that weaves a
bittersweet beads of dreams.

Soon
holidays. Soon the beginning of things. Soon the exercising. the eating right.
the writing more.

Soon more love. Soon a promise. a hope. a moving target.

Soon
some magic. Soon and viola!

He is Seven! A complete rubix cube of maths, music, mythology and magic!

A
second grader, full of questions.

From
where do babies come from to why don't we use magnets to reduce friction on the
roads!?

He
loves autumn, toy bikes, his McD burgers, coin and stone collections and wants
to visit

Eiffel Tower, New York City and Hollywood, also Madagascar and Coral
Reef!

How about Northern Lights and stars in the sea, too, Mummy?

And of
course, “Mummy you are my best friend.”

“But you get upset sometimes, when I
don't listen to you.”

He is
all wild legs and wilder thoughts. A mix of wonder and science. He wants to be
a scientist and a magician. This coexistence of practicality and pure magic in
his mind right now is what I love most this age.

He is
transportable, easily delighted, curious, sensitive, and more or less self
sufficient.

Always
up for adventure. “Mummy am so excited!” “Mummy, is it tomorrow yet?”

He has
imaginary friends who are ponies and dragons and aliens,

who want to
live with us and be our family!

He
never questions the magic of things he believes in,

despite the constant parody
of “why?”, “what?” and “where?”

I kiss
him goodbye everyday to the school bus, but he never watches or responds.

His
small little face - all quiet and serious. “Mummy, you know am shy around other
people!”